You don’t do it much anymore, walk into a bar alone. You used to: order a beer and sit lightly, eyes turned in but body half turned out, waiting to […]

Waffle Irongirl regularly sets out to write poetry in the venerable tradition of Dickenson and Whitman. But she keeps getting waylaid by strong opinions, her personal cultural context and a genuine fondness for the music of Cold Chisel. The fact she can’t resist the occasional slam just keeps things interesting. Off-stage she’s vague and freshly introverted. On-stage, she’s the poetical analogue of a heavy metal karaoke. You can find out more about Waffle Irongirl at www.waffleirongirl.com
You don’t do it much anymore, walk into a bar alone. You used to: order a beer and sit lightly, eyes turned in but body half turned out, waiting to […]